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timerippleI realize that it’s important to practice critical thinking and detailed analysis at the graduate level. But I do wish I could practice it on something I’m, oh, actually interested in. Die, Plato, die! (Sorry, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
echoindarkness.)
You’d think salespeople would figure out that college campuses are bad places to try to sell people stuff, because, hello, Students. No. Money. (Yes, I realize this is LA. Right next to Bel Air, and stuff. But there's a reason USC, not UCLA, is called the University of Spoiled Children.) Yesterday I’m sitting peacefully tucked in one of the arches outside Royce Hall, trying to read Socrates pontificating on rhetoric, when this girl walks up...
Me: Socrates, why are you such an ass?
Socrates: Phaedrus, buddy! Is that a speech under your himation, or are you just happy to see me? (No, I’m really not making this up. Almost.)
Me: ...
Some Girl: Excuse me. You have beautiful hair. I bet you go to salons a lot.
Me: Um, no, not really. Ever. Except that last time. But no more, because, hello, own credit card now.
Some Girl: Really? Well – I have a promotional package that we’re offering 15 girls to any of our exclusive, really expensive salons...
Me: ...
Some Girl: ... so, if you’d be interested in sharing the offer with a friend, that’s only $10 per month for...
Me: Thanks, but I really don’t go to salons.
Some Girl: Well, okay then. Thanks anyway. *walks away*
Me: ... *bemused giggle*
Socrates: So, clearly, an expert in a particular subject should not be expected to be an expert in every subject, but certainly we can expect him to know everything about his own area of expertise, don't you agree?
Phaedrus: Like, totally, dude. *scoots closer*
Socrates: Sweet. That’s the end. Let’s pray, and go home for dinner. Separately.
Phaedrus & Me: I have to say... this is not where I expected this conversation to end up.
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Les Miserables”. Yeah, the one with Liam Neeson. I confess, I ffwded through most of it. It’s just not the same without the big sappy drama music. Not to mention, WHERE was Enjolras? Wah. Marius looked way too weedy to be the leader of a bunch of revolutionaries, even a bunch of really dumb ones. No wonder Javert was sure the revolution wasn’t going anywhere. With Marius in charge? It’s a wonder they got any gunpowder stolen at all.
Note about me: In two-generation stories like Les Miz or Wuthering Heights, I tend to be more interested in the second half of the story, even if the older generation were pretty young in the first half. This may have contributed to the ffwding, and to the relative number of “times played” on my 10th Anniversary Concert CD. Of course, this means I must now find a two-generation novel in which the second half is a flashback.
Also, Marius sitting on a bench doing the little girly catch-your-eye-cum-come-hither wave at Soup Kitchen!Cosette? Hilarious.
La! but someone has to strike a pose/ And bear the weight of well-tailored clothes! Have been strangely obsessed with the musical version of “The Scarlet Pimpernel” lately (courtesy of, um, 24-hour drop. Ahem). It’s kind of like a cheery imitation-Les Miz, with fashion intrigue. If you’re out to make a splash, cherie/ Do know your haberdashery!
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Legally Blonde”. I have a great and t00by love for this movie, for some reason.
Ye Olde TV Reviewe: “Monarch of the Glen” (first two episodes only so far). I think I am in love.
ETA: Yup. Definitely in love.
echoindarkness.)You’d think salespeople would figure out that college campuses are bad places to try to sell people stuff, because, hello, Students. No. Money. (Yes, I realize this is LA. Right next to Bel Air, and stuff. But there's a reason USC, not UCLA, is called the University of Spoiled Children.) Yesterday I’m sitting peacefully tucked in one of the arches outside Royce Hall, trying to read Socrates pontificating on rhetoric, when this girl walks up...
Me: Socrates, why are you such an ass?
Socrates: Phaedrus, buddy! Is that a speech under your himation, or are you just happy to see me? (No, I’m really not making this up. Almost.)
Me: ...
Some Girl: Excuse me. You have beautiful hair. I bet you go to salons a lot.
Me: Um, no, not really. Ever. Except that last time. But no more, because, hello, own credit card now.
Some Girl: Really? Well – I have a promotional package that we’re offering 15 girls to any of our exclusive, really expensive salons...
Me: ...
Some Girl: ... so, if you’d be interested in sharing the offer with a friend, that’s only $10 per month for...
Me: Thanks, but I really don’t go to salons.
Some Girl: Well, okay then. Thanks anyway. *walks away*
Me: ... *bemused giggle*
Socrates: So, clearly, an expert in a particular subject should not be expected to be an expert in every subject, but certainly we can expect him to know everything about his own area of expertise, don't you agree?
Phaedrus: Like, totally, dude. *scoots closer*
Socrates: Sweet. That’s the end. Let’s pray, and go home for dinner. Separately.
Phaedrus & Me: I have to say... this is not where I expected this conversation to end up.
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Les Miserables”. Yeah, the one with Liam Neeson. I confess, I ffwded through most of it. It’s just not the same without the big sappy drama music. Not to mention, WHERE was Enjolras? Wah. Marius looked way too weedy to be the leader of a bunch of revolutionaries, even a bunch of really dumb ones. No wonder Javert was sure the revolution wasn’t going anywhere. With Marius in charge? It’s a wonder they got any gunpowder stolen at all.
Note about me: In two-generation stories like Les Miz or Wuthering Heights, I tend to be more interested in the second half of the story, even if the older generation were pretty young in the first half. This may have contributed to the ffwding, and to the relative number of “times played” on my 10th Anniversary Concert CD. Of course, this means I must now find a two-generation novel in which the second half is a flashback.
Also, Marius sitting on a bench doing the little girly catch-your-eye-cum-come-hither wave at Soup Kitchen!Cosette? Hilarious.
La! but someone has to strike a pose/ And bear the weight of well-tailored clothes! Have been strangely obsessed with the musical version of “The Scarlet Pimpernel” lately (courtesy of, um, 24-hour drop. Ahem). It’s kind of like a cheery imitation-Les Miz, with fashion intrigue. If you’re out to make a splash, cherie/ Do know your haberdashery!
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Legally Blonde”. I have a great and t00by love for this movie, for some reason.
Ye Olde TV Reviewe: “Monarch of the Glen” (first two episodes only so far). I think I am in love.
ETA: Yup. Definitely in love.
